Nanhai Town, a town originally belonging to humans on the Hillsbrad Hills, occupies the best natural port on this land and is the most important maritime trade hub in the entire northern Xinjiang.

Although it is called Nanhai Town.

But it's actually as big as a small city.

It is also adjacent to the sea area of ​​​​Kaz Modan, so when the Battle of Northern Territory began, this port city became the first stronghold attacked by the orc army.

After a fierce battle nearly two months ago, the place was reduced to ruins by orcs and occupied.

According to Orgrim's strategy, after possessing a natural harbor like Southsea Town, the orcs pieced together a huge "fleet" bought from the local creatures of Azeroth, the goblins, and should also support the land at sea.

war.

According to the Warchief's idea, as long as the fleet sets sail, it can carry the orc soldiers and land directly on the northern coast of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, so that it can escape the layers of defenses set up by Marshal Lothar.

But he thought well.

The reality was cruel. The orcs divided one-third of their "fleet" and tried to make a long voyage. As a result, they directly ran into the second fleet of Kul Tiras.

The fleet was personally commanded by Admiral Daelin Proudmoore. At that time, the news of Prince Drake's death happened to spread.

The outcome of that naval battle was terrible.

Dailin, who was extremely furious to avenge her son, led a fleet from Kul Tiras, and in less than an hour on the sea, they swept away twice as many orc broken ships as their own.

In that battle, Dai Lin issued a killing order to the fleet sailors.

They did not let a single orc escape, and the sea in Northern Xinjiang was dyed red that day.

This is no exaggeration.

After that battle, Orgrim Doomhammer saw clearly the gap in maritime power between the Horde and the Alliance. It was a despairing gap.

As a result, the Orcs' "fleet construction" plan was completely shelved.

Nanhai Town has also become the rear area of ​​the orcs. All the broken ships are parked in the port and dare not go out. The fleet of Kul Tiras is elusive on the sea and is staring at them like a pack of wolves.

If the red dragons of the Dragonmaw Clan weren't here to escort the fleet, Dai Lin would have led his sailors in long ago.

On the dock of Nanhai Town, the last batch of bulky ogres from the Twilight's Hammer clan carried supplies and boarded the large ship specially selected for them.

And Gul'dan still maintained his classic look.

Standing on the deck of the best warship that the Shadow Council could find, leaning on a bone staff, with the sea breeze blowing, this old great warlock seemed to have a little bit of high spirits.

A huge figure stood respectfully behind Gul'dan.

That's an ogre.

A rare two-headed ogre, a magical being born from stupid ogres with considerable wisdom and power, is called Cho'gall.

These are actually two names.

Because it has two heads, two minds, double wisdom, double thinking, and double happiness.

Sharing one body and one soul.

One of them is called Gu and the other is called Gal.

This guy is very interesting when he talks. He speaks with two mouths at the same time, dividing what one person can say into two people to describe.

"Dear Gul'dan, respected mentor. (Everything is ready, we can set sail!)"

The three eyes of this ogre stared at its mentor, revealing a sense of honesty that matched its size. It looked around the sea and moved its strong and powerful body uncomfortably.

It seems to hate this unsteady sea surface.

"But there is still a small problem, distinguished mentor. (We have no guide or navigator. We have captured human sailors, but no one knows where the Tomb of Sargeras is.)"

It cautiously said to Gul'dan:

"Without a guide, you will only get lost if you enter the sea. (I am not doubting your dark wisdom, just... cautious worry.)"

"Don't worry."

Gul'dan closed his eyes. The great warlock was even in the mood to feel the coolness of the sea breeze. He waved his hand and said in a low tone:

"I will serve as the leader. The tomb of the dark god is in my memory. It is calling me. I can feel that power, inviting me.

I must respond.

set sail!

Set sail now!"

The great warlock gave an order.

Soon, these seven or eight ships, under the clumsy operation of the orc sailors, staggered out of the port. Under the leadership of the flagship, they plunged into the boundless sea in the distance.

The ogre Cho'gall was hesitant and confused, and looked at Gul'dan's back with a hint of fear.

It felt that something was not quite right about its mentor's current state.

This great warlock is as cunning, vicious and fearsome as ever, but now, there seems to be something more in his spirit and thinking.

A kind of impatience and desire that should not belong to a warlock.

It was as if something was deliberately disrupting his thinking, making him desperately want to get the power he desired. For this reason, Gul'dan even abandoned the calmness and thinking that a warlock must have.

He seemed to be blinded by something.

This gave the ogre Cho'gall a bad premonition. Its three eyes turned around, hesitating whether to remind its mentor.

or...

Make some necessary "preparations" in advance.

The ogre sat cross-legged on the side of the ship and was thinking, this guy who looks simple and stupid has a delicate mind that is very consistent with the standards of a warlock.

It unconsciously penetrated its magic power into the cold water below as an unconscious action when thinking. This was nothing at all. At most, it disturbed a few fish.

But ten minutes later, as Gujar watched in surprise, a fat fish swung its tail and jumped out of the sea, hitting it right at its feet.

It's like having fish delivered to your door.

"Hahaha, there is something to eat. (Good food delivered to your door.)"

Its two heads burst out laughing at the same time, grabbing the sea fish and going to feast on it.

But the moment he picked up the fish, the ogre saw the strange light emitting from the wide-open eyes of the sea fish in his hand.

At the same time, a chaotic, dark, vague voice also sounded in its mind.

"Children of the Void... were foolish... to step into a trap... where there is nothing but death... to go to Kalimdor... beneath the endless sand... to awaken the Old Gods.

..."

"Pa"

The fish in Cho'gall's hand was crushed open by its ten fingers, and blood and flesh were scattered everywhere, which represented the fear and panic in the ogre's heart.

Its biggest secret was revealed by a fish?

It glanced at Gul'dan in horror, and found that its mentor was completely unaware of its current situation, as if it was the only one who could hear the dark voice.

Gu'gall quickly calmed down, rolled its three eyes, and continued to sit there cross-legged as if nothing happened, stuffing the broken fish meat in its hands into its two mouths.

Deep in its three eyes, there is an extremely excited light beating.

It turns out that in this world, there is also the power of the void, and it is hidden deep under this sea. Listen to the meaning of the dark voice, is there more than one old god in this world?

Great!

That's great.

Playing with fel powers and dealing with demons never ends well.

Now that he has found the power of the void that he is truly pursuing, it is time to kneel at the feet of his new master. As for Gul'dan, as for his mentor's path to becoming a god...

whispering sound.

Forget it.

His mentor had just stabbed Orgrim Doomhammer in the heart with a magnificent betrayal. As his mentor's disciple, he learned from him and betrayed him at the critical moment...

Isn't that what a qualified warlock should do?

Why should we feel guilty?

My own tutor should feel gratified when he sees that he has learned so perfectly from him.

The ogre quickly made up his mind. It pretended to stretch out its arms and yawned with both mouths at the same time. It seemed that it was planning to take a nap.

But it didn't notice either.

In fact, not even Gul'dan noticed that behind their "fleet", under the cold deep sea, there was a ghost ship, following them silently.

Just a few hundred meters below the water, obscured by mist in the sea, the ship was filled with silent undead, except for two living people who should not be there.

Blake stood on the deck of the Naqfar, raised his head, and looked at the fleet above through the dim water and the pale light reflected by the sun on the sea.

There was a strange smile on the corner of his mouth under the hood.

He glanced at his character card again.
To be continued...